Jul 25, 2016
Remnant of Woeto
Along the streets of Anyako; destiny pitched a camp
Schemed with a man and his woman; and bore a conspiracy of which I played no part
Right at the door step of Woeto, where goats and ducks and chicken commune
It was in this eerie house I saw life after a struggle between myself and my receptacle,
whom later I understood was my mother
I wouldn’t come out but that grumpy cola-stained teeth woman…
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